Lovesick.

XV. There's A Devil In Your Smile

ARIANA'S POV

I walk with Taylor to the football field for cheerleading practice. As we head there, I tell her the things Harry said to me earlier.

She gasps in horror. "How dare he? He doesn't even know you. He's such an ass!"

"Tell me about it. Like, holy shit, I take depression pills. That's really nothing compared to the rest of the things I do." I roll my eyes.

"Speaking of which, I never really knew any of the other things you do. The five of us only know that you take pills, and that you.....y'know. What else is there?"

"No offense, but I'd rather not talk about it. It's personal."

"Okay. I won't pry." Taylor smiles.

"Thanks." I mutter.

We walk to the field only to find the whole cheerleading team in the bleachers. As we get closer to the bleachers, someone shoves past me. I turn to see a smirking Harry.

"Sorry, didn't see you there, slut." He flashes me a smile.

"I thought you said he kissed you..." Taylor says.

"He did." I reply.

"And you kissed back?" She asks, and I give her a look. "I get it. When the person you love kisses you, you kiss back."

"Can we talk about something else?" I say.

"Sure. We can talk about why you're still not giving Justin the time of day. Like, are you going blind? Justin is hot, he's sweet, he's smart and news flash; he likes you." She tells me.

"I'll text him later." I dismiss her.

"A guy like that, you don't wait for later."

"Well, I will wait for later."

We approach Miley, asking her why we're in the bleachers.

"Those jackasses convinced their coach that since their big game is coming up, they need the whole field." She rolls her eyes.

"Then where are we supposed to practice?" I question.

"I don't know." She replies. "I guess it's cancelled for today."

I scoff and sit down. Narcissistic assholes. I decide to just go on Instagram since I have nothing better to do. I scroll through pictures, liking them without a second thought. Taylor decides to go buy Starbucks, and members of the team slowly disperse. Only a few of us stay seated in the bleachers, including Miley.

"Ariana!" Someone calls, and I look up to see Justin making his way over to me. He sits down beside me. "Hey, how you been?"

"Fine." I answer sharply. "I guess you guys got what you wanted. Now the cheerleaders have no place to practice. Congrats." I stand up, gathering my stuff so I can leave, but he grabs me by the hand.

"Whoa. I'm sorry, but please stay. Just wait till the end of practice, and I promise I'll make it up to you." He offers.

"I can't. I'm visiting my dad today..." I trail off.

"Just 'til the end of practice."

"Okay. But you'll have to make it up to me another time."

He grins. "Perfect." Yeah, you're smile is perfect. What the hell am I thinking?

He then rushes back out onto the field getting in his place, and bending over so one hand is touching the ground. I catch Harry clenching his fist as he stares at Justin. I guess he was watching our little chat. What's his problem? I decide to just focus back on the game. I honestly don't know why more gay people don't play football. I mean you get to have someone's ass in your face, then you can tackle someone, and basically hump the shit out of them while making it look like part of the game. Maybe that's why they call it a touchdown.